Mental Suicide.
I wrote a note at age fourteen it read: "Forgive me for I cannot find peace life was too much for this weak body I've now found peace, 'Excuse the blood please' "
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
How does it feel to be sane? I wouldn't know, I've never known Things I've seen, cannot be guessed Just one more day, and I'll be dead The Forest screams, for clarity For this mind that once was. I've never felt human I belong in these trees. Separate, mind from body. The last thing left, has been broken. Melancholic. Melancholic. Melancholic.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Life, why me? Every breath I take I wish to be my last There's no use. No love in this air. Whatever we shared, is now dead. No way out..death no doubt. I no longer fear death, I fear life. Tanker om selvmord. I need rest. Theres nothing left. I don't remember happy. Constantly fucking numb. Feeling nothing. Disgusting humans. I think of jumping. I no longer fear death, I fear life. Tanker om selvmord. I need rest. This is finally the end. Empty these bottles. Cut me deep. Finally at peace.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I stare in the mirror A stranger looks back. This creature is not me I have not seen him anywhere Where have I gone ? I am nowhere to be found I escaped this problem I left my home But the darkness crept through The Forest and followed me alone
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026